NEW – September 25, 2022
Mobilisation is possible when another Russian code starts working – a Common Cause
There is an ancient myth about a knight who was killed in battle. The enemies dissected him, and the dissected body was scattered to all sides of the world. A magician collected this bleeding dissected body, poured dead water over it, and the body fused. He poured living water, and the knight rose, took a spear and jumped on a horse.
Russia was dissected and cut up in 1991, its lands and its people were scattered in different parts of the world. Dissected Russia suffered. But a magician appeared and began to assemble Russia. Russia has freed Ossetians and Abkhazians from the grasping paws of Georgians and pressed them to her heart. Crimea got married to Russia, and the sun of Crimea rose. Now Donbass is formidable, mighty, merges with the Motherland in smoke and fire. And the Motherland embraces it with loving, in gun powder smoke, hands.
Russian history is like a pulsar: it compresses, reduces Russia to a point, and then from this superdense point the spring of Russian history is again straightened. Russia regains its torn away borders, puts up frontier posts along the borders of the Russian world. The shocks of history are heard, and from these blows world capitals shake, the foundations of buildings tremble, cups rattle on the sideboard, the human heart is filled with either horror or delight.
Two words are heard in Russia today: referendum, mobilisation. In the word “referendum” one can hear the vibration of peace born of the war in Donbass. In the word “mobilisation”, the whistle of the Russian spring being straightened is heard. Dead and living water is pouring in Donbass: Russian tears and blood.
Defence consciousness is a deep Russian code. Defending itself from the onslaught of enemies, Russia expanded its borders. The Russian Empire is the fruit of defence. All the great Russian battles, be it Kulikovo, Ice, Borodino or Prokhorovka, are battles of defence. The whole of Russian philosophy and culture, the whole of the Russian Orthodox faith is the defence of precious spiritual treasures from the onslaught of darkness, whether this darkness falls from beyond the sea or rises from the underworld.
Defence consciousness is the facet of the dazzling Russian Dream of a divine, just kingdom, for which Russia has been striving for all ages, burning in fires, repulsing invasions, falling into the abyss of history. Defensive consciousness is a feature that makes Russians a warrior nation, a martyr nation, a creator nation. Defence consciousness is a pischal and “M1937”, a bow and a “Kalibr” missile, a folk saying and Pushkin’s verse, a church psalm and a military oath, “Down the Peterskaya Road” and “Varangian”, the Polar Star and a field dandelion. Defence consciousness is the Russian Sermon on the Mount, which speaks of the inevitable Russian victory – earthly and heavenly.
In 1991, Russia was defeated and captured. Its defensive consciousness was trampled. Not only were defence belts taken away from Russia and border fortresses destroyed, not only garrisons and defence factories were destroyed. But a surgical operation was performed to remove from the Russian brain that part of it that responds sensitively to any danger.
Russia did not know enemies, did not feel pain – it lived under anaesthesia. It did not notice how the enemy was taking treasures out of its house, how its riches were being taken away from it. How they take scientists, wise men, engineers to the full. It breathed the laughing gas of endless entertainment. It was amused by jokers and mockers. Leaders were swapped out for it, false teachers were appointed, false idols were erected. Russia was sliced and cut, and it smiled in a narcotic dream. It slept with open eyes. Like a sleepwalker, it walked on a tightrope.
But now the bells of history have thundered, the awakening has begun. Heavily, with a crunch of bones, fainting, with a groan, Russia got up from its deathbed. Its cuts burned with terrible pain, its eyes filled with tears, the muscles of its weakened arms tensed – mobilisation began.
It takes place in military enlistment offices, where men are kissed goodbye by wives and mothers. It takes place at defense factories, where tanks, planes and combat vehicles are built in three shifts, without rest. It takes place in a culture where the mother-of-pearl bubbles of show business burst, and Russian music and poetry are born. It takes place in the elites, from which traitors and deserters who defected to the enemies fled. There are those who put service above acquisition.
Mobilisation is possible when another Russian code starts working – a common cause. When the whole nation takes on the burden of defence, and the prince sits on a horse and cuts into the battle in the first rows, receiving blows from enemy arrows. When the Tsar takes his sword out of its scabbard and leads the regiments near Poltava. When the leader sends his sons to the front, and the professor and the old peasant stand side by side in the militia.
More recently, following Gorchakov, we said: “Russia is focusing”. Now we are saying: “Russia is taking up arms.” Russia is a great militia man: holding a referendum ballot in one hand, pulling the trigger of a machine gun with the other.
In Stalingrad, a halo appeared on the Mamayev Kurgan sculpture “Motherland”.
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